Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
This Heat,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.